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Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Cold streets, dark vibes—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of things,” ya know? I’m stalkin around, calculatin every move. Gotta be sharp—girls out here, they’re sly. One time, in Moscow, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Thought, “She’s trouble, but damn, worth it.” Reminded me of that whale in the film—big, mysterious, pullin ya in.

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I'm a masseur, bro, so I notice tension in more ways than one. The warm sun, the cool breeze – it's like my hands read the city's soul. My clients always say, “Dude, your touch is magic!” And I be like, “They ain't seen it yet!” 'Cause every day in Cordova, I get a feel for life, the highs and the lows.

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